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Recordings

'This is a superb collection… This will be one of my favorite sets of 1995' (Fanfare, USA)'Delivered faultlessly. The Plough Boy whistles jauntily, the bluebells ring in The Ash Grove, the Miller of Dee sings at his workplace. Exquisite' (T ...» More

'Wonderful performances of two of Britten's finest song cycles, consistently beautiful in vocal quality, and almost miraculous in their integration of ...'English vocal intelligence at its best, accompanied with utmost orchestral colouring by Graham Johnson' (The Independent on Sunday)» More

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The trees they grow so high And the leaves they grow so green. And many a cold winter’s night My love and I have seen. Of a cold winter’s night, My love, you and I alone have been, Whilst my bonny boy is young He’s a-growing. Growing, growing. Whilst my bonny boy is young He’s a-growing.

O father, dearest father. You’ve done to me great wrong, You’ve tied me to a boy When you know he is too young. O daughter. dearest daughter, If you wait a little while, A lady you shall be While he’s growing. Growing, growing, A lady you shall be While he’s growing.

I’ll send your love to college All for a year or two, And then in the mean-time He will do for you; I’ll buy him white ribbons, Tie them round his bonny waist To let the ladies know That he’s married. Married, married, To let the ladies know That he’s married.

I went up to the college And I looked over the wall, Saw four-and-twenty gentlemen Playing at bat and ball. I called for my true love, But they would not let him come, All because he was a young boy And growing. Growing, growing, All because he was a young boy And growing.

At the age of sixteen He was a married man, And at the age of seventeen He was a father to a son; And at the age of eighteen The grass grew over him. Cruel death soon put an end To his growing. Growing, growing, Cruel death soon put an end To his growing.

And now my love is dead And in his grave doth lie. The green grass grows o’er him So very, very high. I’ll sit and I’ll mourn His fate until the day I die, And I’ll watch all o’er his child While he’s growing. Growing, growing, And I’ll watch all o’er his child While he’s growing.

The trees they grow so high And the leaves they grow so green. And many a cold winter’s night My love and I have seen. Of a cold winter’s night, My love, you and I alone have been, Whilst my bonny boy is young He’s a-growing. Growing, growing. Whilst my bonny boy is young He’s a-growing.

O father, dearest father. You’ve done to me great wrong, You’ve tied me to a boy When you know he is too young. O daughter. dearest daughter, If you wait a little while, A lady you shall be While he’s growing. Growing, growing, A lady you shall be While he’s growing.

I’ll send your love to college All for a year or two, And then in the mean-time He will do for you; I’ll buy him white ribbons, Tie them round his bonny waist To let the ladies know That he’s married. Married, married, To let the ladies know That he’s married.

I went up to the college And I looked over the wall, Saw four-and-twenty gentlemen Playing at bat and ball. I called for my true love, But they would not let him come, All because he was a young boy And growing. Growing, growing, All because he was a young boy And growing.

At the age of sixteen He was a married man, And at the age of seventeen He was a father to a son; And at the age of eighteen The grass grew over him. Cruel death soon put an end To his growing. Growing, growing, Cruel death soon put an end To his growing.

And now my love is dead And in his grave doth lie. The green grass grows o’er him So very, very high. I’ll sit and I’ll mourn His fate until the day I die, And I’ll watch all o’er his child While he’s growing. Growing, growing, And I’ll watch all o’er his child While he’s growing.